bailey

interesting couple of days.
i should have ha...jesus. there was just a 4 car accident outside my window and i totally lost my chain of thought....

moving on.
im not sure when i changed my headline thingy to say Bailey "loves you like a motherfucker". no idea. although i havent been spending much sober time in front of the computer which might explain it. its also completely untrue. i do not love you. like a motherfucker or any other way. sorry for the letdown.

i have more to say, but i like short posts because i have a bad attention span and cant read the blogs of people that write a lot.

ill just keep making short paragraphs.

i had dinner with a friend the other night. we stopped at the 7-11 so he could get some cash, and i waited outside with his bicycle. there was a man asking for change so i gave him some change and started talking to him. i noticed he had a paper bag behind him with dirty ass clothes neatly folded. i asked him if he had a place to sleep,
"i sleep wherever i want. the world is mine. i go where i want."
woah.
then he talked to me about how one needs to stay optimistic in order to get the most out of life.
double woah.
so i gave him $20. he told me id saved his life. he just might have saved mine as well.

beer drinking on rooftops will never grow old. except maybe in the winter.

poppy bought a pool for our backyard.i think we might both be able to fit in it at once, but we havent confirmed that fact yet. shes having a 'bring your own pool' party at some point. no diving.

i have met my doppleganger. it has yet to be decided which one of us is the evil one. although judging from the situation in which we met and how i acted, im pretty sure i get to be the evil one. as if there was any sort of doubt.

i took poppy on a date on wednesday. i got her drunk and then she dissed me for maryann. which was fine because i met a new friend. with a mullet. and snakeskin cowboy boots. awesome. poppy took maryann home....oh la la! i may, or may not have introduced a band to the term 'rape-mobile' for their tour van. i may or may not have then thanked them for not raping me in their rape-mobile.

i ended up outside this lame ass bar in boston that makes no sense to me. they have an irish name and a shamrock on the front. but they serve chinese food. i have yet to meet a chinese irishmen. perhaps i should be asked to be introduced to the owner....
anyway, its a total "yeah dude" bar. drunk frat boys and lots of white baseball hats. i was wearing a red and white checkered dress (like a tablecloth, only with boobs) and i walk by some stupid ass drunk yeah dude who says something probably offensive about how he likes my dress. at which point i scream "lie me down and have a picnic on me!!"
im pretty sure i scared him.

then i took a cab home, the driver asked "have you ever taken a cab home from here before?"
yes.
"how much did it cost?"
ummmmmmmmm.....$5?
"okay"
and then he yelled at me to put my seatbelt on. who the fuck puts their seatbelt on in a cab?

i haven't been wearing makeup the last three times i was able to woo a boy. i think this is profound.
MAKEUPLESS SUMMER 2007!!!
maybe.

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